I guess having 4 rogues and 3 backstabbing pets does a lot of damage fast.

On another note, we're converting our hallway closet into a half bathroom. It use to be nothing more than a junk collection place but it's all cleaned out now. It's a 6' x 6' closet with a water tank in it now. Did some measuring then proceeded to Home Base. We found a sink and toilet that'll fit nicely as well as look good. Probably going to install things within the next two weeks before the closet becomes a junk collection spot again. Now to get a book and try to figure out what I'm doing before blowing up any water mains.

Now that you're asleep by reading the fascinating times of my life GO TO BED!

I have found myself in the strange position of finding DAoC entertaining again. Instead of wearily heading back to the carebear servers I decided to dive into the PvP server, make /level toon and see what developed.

Immediately I learned that griefing at 20 is a waste of time, so I went to the old standby: The necromancer. I made the first L50 necro on Igraine and knew how easy it is to PL yourself, and since my son has access to two accounts, I got up to L30 and made a second necro, PLed him with my son's help to 30, and we made matching archers, him with a ranger, me with a hunter.

I haven't had this much fun in an online game in many many months. There is constant risk, constant fighting, poor losers, griefing, gray ganking, and all the other things I love to do.

Normally im quite sucky at FPS's I still play them as they are dreadfully entertaining.

Anyway, was playing DoD Caen. My game was ON I took out 4 people I met head on down fire alley. Playing a **** Rifleman. See the door open BAM first one down the alley down. BAM Second down. BAM BAM duck behind a corner to reload, met head on by a ****** off BAR. Amazingly he emptys an entire clip at me and dosent kill me BAM 3rd one down. SCHWICK Bayoneted the 4th.

I almost shot someone today. And on purpose too. Being in the US Navy... I stand many watches. Today, I was at the end of the pier with an M14 freezing my nuts off. Joe Sixpack, the wannabe diver, decides that entering the 100 yard security zone around the base is a good idea. I'll give the guy some slack, he was underwater in the San Diego bay and that is some murky stuff, but still, know what I mean? Anyway, I spot him when he is about 80 yards out. This is bad, real bad. We are still at high alert here on base, and this guy is making me jumpy. I call over to one of the Military Police patrol boats that are always in the bay with my radio and they start trucking. By this time I have locked and loaded and pointing my weapon at the slighty chubby wetsuit clad individual swimming towards my post. I'm not Rambo or some Hollywood soldier, I have no clue what to do with this dude, but he got too close I was going to have to shoot him. Luckily, for the both of us, I don't feel like shooting somebody if I can help it, the Police got there before he entered my "Safety Zone". I'm not sure if that was entertaining to you, but it certainly was for me.

My dog ate a whole bottle of Advil last week, and her kidney's started to shut down. She was throwing up and was really lethargic (sp?). Anyways, she was getting really bad late last week, and our family had to make "the desicion". I woke up early today, with a slight hangover, and went to the animal clinic this morning expecting to have to euthanize my dog. Well, doctor said she showed lots of signs of improvement, so we decided to keep trying to save her.